Tamuya thrash tribe

The conjuration (martyr)

Tamuya thrash tribe
Increasing taxes
Crushing pockets
The crown was hungry for gold

Hardly influenced
By French ideals
Freedom ran in their bloods

A self-interested and
Elitist movement
The King would crush’em all

They conspired in silence
They called for freedom
Even if it weren’t for all

Rise
Rebellion at derrama’s day
Freedom
Even If It’s Late

By death
He became remarkable
A false leader that symbolizes
The struggle of the entire land

And now
The conjuration faces the end
Just a scapegoat who gave his life
Defending goals that wasn’t real

They were led by clerics
And intellectuals
From all the social elite

With the militaries
Providing weapons
A citizen militia begins

But they were betrayed
By one of their fellows
A false leader was hanged

They created a martyr
A fabricated hero
For the ideals they never had

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